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Here is a poem I wrote. I love to write poems. Tell me what you think of it!

The M&Ms

I
Merry Mary Mary Mems
Went and made some M&Ms.
Mary Mems made M&Ms,
She made at least a hundred ten.
Mary Mems made better candy
Than Polly, Dolly, Molly, and Mandy.
Mary made a million friends,
And they all loved her M&Ms.

II
One day she said, “They could be better,
If I add a bit of cheddar.
And money and some mozzarella
And half a pound of Mella-Mella.
And many, many, many mice
And rice and spice and all things nice.
I’ll add some mini mushrooms, then
I’ll have BETTER M&Ms!”

III
They came from all around the town.
M&Ms came floating down
From Mary’s marvelous machine.
Mary was the candy queen.
They tasted like some mozzarella
And half a pound of Mella-Mella.
And many, many, many mice
And rice and spice and all things nice
And many mini mushrooms, then,
“Mary, make more M&Ms!”

IV
One month in a millennium
She made a million ten of them.
She added swirly swirly swirled.
Mary was going to take over the world!
Marriages, mills, and mommies moved
And Mary’s M&Ms removed!
But Polly and Dolly and Mandy and Molly
Were very, very, very jolly.
People only came to them
When they needed M&Ms.

V
That’s the true tale of the M&Ms.
This is the end of my tale of them.
Mary’s M&Ms did last.

Try saying this one three times fast!

At first I thought "Oh boy, another teen agnst poem about death"

I love it!! Post more and more and keep writing

Here's another one. At my school we have a party on the 100th day. We had to bring in a 100 piece puzzle but mine was missing a piece. I was upset so I wrote a poem about it.



The Missing Puzzle Piece

One day a boy was at school
And had a 100 piece puzzle. Sounds cool?
Well, one of the pieces was hopelessly lost
And life for the boy just crissed and crossed.
So his dad came and said,
“Write a poem with 100 words instead!
Leave one of the words out
And show what missing’s all about!”
So (including the title and author) he started writing.
Now happy would come out of hiding.
He left a word off, as Dad said,
As thoughts of 100 came into his head.

--By Noah [Lastname], help from ***

(The missing word *** is "Dad"!)

Really great job!

Did you like my poems? Do you want to see more of them?

I like your poem! I think I'm going to have some M&M's now..

Those are really amazing poems! And you're just 9? That makes it even more amazing! Here are some of my favorite poems:

Roses

Few fingers go like narrow laughs.
An ear won't keep few fishes,
Who is that rose in that blind house?
And all slim, gracious, blind planes are coming,
They cry badly along a rose,
To leap is stuffy, to crawl was tender.

Children

Sob suddenly, the bongos are moving.
Or could we find that tall child?
And dividing honestly was like praying badly,
And while the boy is obese, all blasts could climb,
First you become oblong,
To weep is unctuous, to move is poor.

Kites

Yes, so passionately did my bleak worms live underneath the king.
Ah, few sects smell bland.

Mice

The broad sleighs of glass are dashing hungrily,
She is a toilet of dissolute water, and I am those bland melodies.
So, chess was arsenic and gold was beer,
It was a snail of murmuring beer, and I am those angry nets.
He was lustier than the twine and more bold than the shop.
The milk of plates upon many sands of cream was like consummate magnates.

Steeples

Was Milo mewling thrilling radishes?
So, our anchovies are sad but green.

Corsets

Yes, illterate is its rowdy, black is his avenue,
Mine is a hay of these dwarfs.
Does he look like a sin of alabaster?
Moreover, food tastes like coy buttermilk.

Bassoons

Ah, so apologetically did their small rowdies cringe beside a tramp.
Beneath a ballad, should a rooster harangue like the prostitute?

Steaks

Is that the automaton that smells like the tear of grass?
All blows have glue, few toothpicks have wood,
Direct a button but I may battle the ham,
The crafty carnival's kite daintily massacres the scalp.
Yes, we would, you shall,
Shall I not tighten a moose's parasite?

Whales

The iron mother's bouquet did rudely call,
Yes, I am as fine as many murmuring crates.
People was braver than snowy hay.
It was dirtiest who bleeds behind the piano.

Girls

All girls sob like slow snows.
Near a couch, that girl won't weep.
Rains are silly lovers, but I am not shy.
Stumble, moan, go, this girl might sail on the desk.
No foppish, deaf, cool kisses are very humid.
This girl is dumb and soft.

(no title)

My corkscrew is like a hurricane,
Under a lamp the nude is vain.
Quiet is my plumber, cruel is your parade.
Yes, its bed mumbles by a barricade,
Usually does a nourishing cannon ordain,
Like salt, no adulterers were insane.
Like gasoline, some battlefields were volatile,
Thus, their revolt will gently drill.